Yeah. It's Kinda Like That.

Well, it looks like I could write a whole new chapter in the book JohnRoss and Bailie think I should get to work on. Yesterday involved a lot of football, my allergies acting up, a decent amount of alcohol, a strip club, and other stuff you probably don't need to know.

The day started out like normal, and had I known I was going to end my evening at Shakers, the 'gentlemens club' outside of Waverly, I would have said you were fucking stoned. Brett calls me sometime around noon and is like, get your ass over here, there's a lot of hott football games on. I get there and am surprised to find the guys now have a cat - it's Evan's; he and his ex girlfriend had it when they lived together and she was going to get rid of it or something so Evan has her now. Her name is Tequila and she is adorable. Normally I hate cats, mostly because I am allergic to them and they are evil, but this one is very sweet - and a short-hair so that helps a lot. I wasn't sneezing nearly as much as I would have been if she was a long-hair.

Anyway, Separation Saturday is one of my most favorite Saturdays. It's pretty the point in the season where we see who truly deserves their ranking and who is just a pretender. I bummed a little when Iowa beat Iowa State, because State could have won, but no worries because my favorite win of the day, my boys in maize and blue (that's Michigan for all you uneducated swine) beat the shit out of Notre Dame. Fuck the tradition, fuck the bandwagon fans who claim that the Four Horsemen were so fucking great when none were actually alive to see it, and fuck Notre Dame. There are few teams I loathe as much as Notre Dame (Oklahoma and Miami being #1 and #2 respectively) and few teams I love as much as Michigan (Nebraska being above them, of course). Anyway, other games were pretty sweet - Oregon started out hott, then looked like they lost it, then came back and beat the fucking Sooners in the last minute and a half of the game. It was sick. Auburn/LSU was pretty tight, I wish LSU could have pulled it out though, it was such a defensive game, the final score was 7-3.

Sadly, my Huskers did not defeat USC. Those of us who live in reality saw this outcome as almost inevitable. We're good, but we're not that good yet. I would have loved to beat them, don't get me wrong, but I knew this was not our year. Next season, here at home, in Memorial Stadium it is totally doable but we just aren't quite there yet. We played it close for the most part - had we played them a few season ago the final score would have been much worse, probably somewhere along the lines of 56-3 or something ridiculous like that.

Anyway, enough football. Brett and Jay went to Omaha to pick up Ben, who came in from Minnesota and I stayed at the apartment to finish the game with Evan and Tyler. Some of their friends came over and we all watched a movie, Tyler made White Russians; then when Brett and Company came back, we started another movie. However, this plan quickly changed. Enter: strip club idea.

At 1:45 in the morning (Shakers is open til 3:30) Brett and Ben decide, hey, we need to see some tits. I was not going to go, for a couple reasons A)I was not going to pay $12 to see girls strip, when I can see boobs and vagina every day for free, since they're my own and all; and B) I was tired. Needless to say, I ended up going (and ended up not having to pay for myself to get into the club, thank you very much) and all in all, it was okay, it's not really a big deal. There was this one girl who was there with her boyfriend and his friends and she looked uber uncomfortable, it was kind of amusing. The best part of the evening came though, when Ben was so fed up with the fact that the girls weren't actually dancing (at one point he was watching this girl on a pole and was like, "That's such bullshit, I could do that. I paid $12 to watch some girl do what I can do for free) that he began a commentary on how ridiculous the place was. I laughed a lot, and we had fun.

After that we all headed back to Brett and Evan's, but Brett, Ben, and Jay went to Jay's, and Tyler and Evan had to get to sleep because they had something in West Point to go to early and Evan's mom was coming to Lincoln to go with them. By the time I actually got home, into my jammies, and in my own bed, I was dead tired. Definitely an interesting fifteen hours, one that I don't doubt could be repeated again - and I wouldn't mind one bit. It was a lot of fun. I love having weekends off.